Writer Notes: Aw, transition chapters, you love them, you hate them, but all-in-all, they are important. Enjoy this chapter. 🙂
Warnings: talking about events of the last chapter, questionable turn on, safe house, talking about being scared, a date with Twister, talking about jobs, and family.
“Sounds like it was bad.” Sasha said.
Sally shook her head, trying to calm herself. The fight with Kassidy Lane and Dewy had the whole group buzzing. Sally was glad certain players had not been there, including her very best friend Sasha Fire, but then again, she wished someone had done more to resolve the situation instead of just arguing and yelling at each other. It hadn’t gone anywhere.
“Yeah, it was really intense.” Sally said. “I’m still a little shakey from it. Just seeing Drake get that mad was a little scary.” she tried to laugh. “I didn’t know he could get mad.”
“I’m not surprised.” Sasha replied. “I mean…Drake is very protective of Kat. We all are. I just can’t believe Dewy defended KL after all of that.”
“I don’t think he understands what the problem is.”
Sasha slid off the counter and smiled. “Well, let me know something, Sally. Seeing Jack all macho turn you on?”
“SASHA!” she shrieked.
“Well, did it?”
“Honestly? I don’t know…in the moment I was afraid there was going to be a fight, but…then Dewy just left. Jack cooled down really fast like a switch. It was weird. Usually when people are mad it takes them awhile to get over it. He did it automatically.” Sally bit her lip. “I don’t know what to think about it right now. All I know is someone needs to get with Dewy and talk some sense into him.”
“I’ll do it.” Sasha replied. “I’ve been meaning to catch up with him anyways.”
“So you called me to the safe house for what?” Rez asked. “We in trouble or something?”
“No,” Shane shook his head. “Iz been pickin’ up info on everything.”
“I told you to drop it, Shane.” Rez said. “Our house is gone. We got a new one. Nobody got hurt. Then you went after those guys and got shot. You need to stop this before it gets outta hand…again.”
“There’s more ta dis than ya know, Rez.” Shane replied. “And ya know betta than ta try and get me ta back down.”
“For god’s sake, Shane!” Rez stomped his foot. “You’ve almost died how many times now? You almost got Sally killed once! How many times for the rest of us? When are you going to hang this up? Too many people depend on you.”
When Shane didn’t reply, Rez sighed. “Man, you have a way of gettin’ under my skin.” he said. “Angel’s scared. Sally’s scared. Everyone is. Leave it alone, Shane.”
“Why? So everyone will continue to be scared?” Shane shook his head. “I can’t do dat and ya know it!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Rez managed.
“Besides, ya outta this any ways, Rez.” Shane replied. “Iz just lettin’ ya know da info.”
“In case what?” Rez asked. Shane just blinked at him. “In case you die.” The words fell solemn, but Rez got red hot, especially when he looked at all the pictures on the wall. “Like you have a family to worry about, Shane.”
Shane just shook his head. “Ya wanna know da info or not?”
“If it means something to you…” Rez took a breath. “Sure, but I better not get this shoved back in my face later.”
“Iz got no guaruntee for dat.”
“You’re funny, Twister.” Whitney smiled. “A DJ! Really? I bet that’s one awesome job!”
Twister shrugged all cool like. “It pays.” he said. “And yourself? What is it dat dis wonderful girl does?”
Whitney giggled. “I’m a dancer.”
“A dancer?” Twister smiled. “Hmmm, dat does suit your crazy spirit.”
It was Whitney’s turn to shrug. “Maybe I’ll do some dancing at your place.” she said.
“I look forward to dat.” And Twister met it. He had been so nervous about this date with Whitney, but excited. He really admired this girl with her wild spirit and beauty. She was so unlike everyone he knew. She seemed so free. He wanted to be apart of that world of freedom and he knew she was his way in.
“So where do you come from?” Whitney asked. “You’re obvious not a native of here.”
Twister nodded. “I come from Tortor down south.” he said.
“The desert, really?” she smiled. “I thought only bandits lived down there.”
“Yes, mostly.” he replied. “My family…we were what you would call bandit royalty.”
Whitney laughed. “That’s awesome.” Then she saw how serious Twister was. “Where’s your family now?”
Twister looked down. “Well,” he began. “We went our separate ways, you can say .”
“Oh, it is fine.” he said. “We didn’t get along anyways.”
Get along? That was an understatement and Twister knew it. He just didn’t want to scare this girl away with family history. For now, he told himself, it was time to enjoy life and keep bad memories at bay. Maybe one day when they were closer he would let her know.